Just to let you know, I did NOT overdo things today and get completely tuckered out. I started the day with my friend at the YMCA this morning. Talked to her about my triggery freak-out. She had several very good things to say. About realizing who owned the problem and whatnot.
I spent time with the daughter. We had a nice lunch together. Accidentally fell asleep (both of us) while waiting in the car to pick up the brothers after school. It was kind of delicious.
Then for some reason I got it into my head that since I missed one week of filling a bag a day I needed to fill 14 bags today. This is dumb. But I did it anyway.
Now, mostly there were boxes ready to go from the basement. Also, I will tell you that I donated two boxes full of stuff that I didn't even look at. These are things made of plastic that no one has looked at for more than five years. It is not worth the energy to sort through things.
Spouse was dismayed at my lack of moderation. Fearing (rightly so) that I had tipped into some hypomanic cleaning thing. But no. I just accidentally set my goal at the wrong place. I feel no inclination to keep decluttering at this point. The back of my brother's truck is full.
This morning I prepared my letter requesting membership in my Quaker meeting. Which I have been putting off for 10 years or so because I was pretty sure that I had to get the letter just right. And that I had to be doing all kinds of quakerly things just right before I joined up properly. Which is rubbish.
Made biscuits and leftover soup for dinner.
Received my prescription amber-lensed glasses in the male. I look totally hot. No, really. I think everyone will be wearing these next season.
One really good suggestion from my friend was that I needed to elect members of my "advisory council" who could be trusted to kick me in the butt in the appropriate way when I only want to hide under the covers.
So do not be surprised if you are recruited. I figure I need a number of people in case one of y'all is not available. Doesn't have to be in person. You can very nicely boss me around on the phone. Tell me something like: I want you to walk to the nearest coffee shop, buy a monster cookie and walk back. Call me when you have completed this task.
P.S. I ordered business cards for my negative communication factotum. They should arrive within the week.
Grateful Crap: bouncing back after only a day and a half of pretty crappy mood stuff
time with friend
going to the Y
Meds (150mg venlafaxine, 100mg lamotrigine, 450 mg bupropion)
called and scheduled next appointment with OFP (Once and future psychologist) for this Friday. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy hear I come!
The CBT is not to rid me of the Bipolar II. It is to help me deal with my neurotic behaviors that typically plague those with Bipolar II. Bonus.
Quaker, teacher, parent,